One night when I was a freshman, the monitor held a class meeting for us as usual, but I can’t remember the content now.
At that time, everyone was not as obedient as in high school. Everyone seemed to let themselves go. The monitor did his thing, and we were each busy with our own thing.
About five or six minutes into the class meeting, a cell phone rang in the slightly noisy classroom. It turned out to be the monitor's call.
He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the screen, then walked out of the classroom, probably going to answer the phone outside the door. The noise in the classroom suddenly became louder.
About 5 minutes later, the monitor came back. As he walked, he put his mobile phone in his trouser pocket, stood at the podium, picked up a few pages of A4 paper, and started talking again.
I was reading a novel with my MP4, and when I heard the monitor’s voice, I couldn’t help but raise my head in surprise. Looking at the class, it suddenly became quiet, and all the students looked up at the monitor. Because I couldn’t understand what the monitor said just now.
The squad leader couldn't help but stopped when he saw our appearance. He looked at us and asked with some doubts. I couldn't understand, but I guess he was asking: "What's wrong?"
heard the monitor's voice, and a classmate in the back row said: "Speak Mandarin ." The classroom suddenly became noisy again, and laughter spread. come out.
The squad leader is obviously in a very special state. He can understand what we say, but we can't understand him at all. What he speaks is not a foreign language. I guess it is the dialect of his hometown, but this The dialect is so different from Mandarin that I can't understand it at all.
The squad leader nodded, coughed slightly, cleared his throat, and then continued the meeting.
However, a string of words came out of his mouth, and they were still words we couldn't understand.
"Speak in Mandarin."
"Don't speak the dialect of your hometown."
"I don't understand you!"
The classroom became even more chaotic, mixed with several booing-like reminders.
The monitor scratched the top of his head with his right hand, put down the A4 paper he was holding, and asked us something else. I didn't understand, but I thought what he said was: "What? Don't you understand?"
The classmates all said in confusion: "Speak in Mandarin, I don't understand."
The squad leader obviously didn't understand the situation. , he thought we didn’t hear clearly because he spoke too fast. So, the monitor began to slow down his speaking speed and started speaking word by word.
The words that came out of the monitor's mouth were still unintelligible, like a completely unfamiliar foreign language.
The classroom was almost boiling. Everyone was shouting, and some people were still banging the table. I also said loudly: "Speak in Mandarin, don't speak dialects, you can't understand!"
The monitor looked at the mess in confusion. classroom, and then clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.
Most of the people were quiet. There was a classmate named Zheng who went against the grain and said loudly: "Comrade monitor, please speak Mandarin. We don't understand what you just said at all!" He said He spoke very slowly, as if he was speaking out word by word.
I looked back at classmate Zheng. He was leaning on the back of the chair carelessly, looking carefree. He was one of the students who was least convinced of the monitor.
The squad leader was stunned for a moment, and then spoke again. Just after he said a few words, he finally reacted, with an embarrassed look on his face.
cleared his throat again, and the monitor finally switched the language to the mode he was in before answering the phone: "I'm sorry, I just made a call from home, and my dialect was smooth, so I didn't respond."
I finally understood what the monitor was saying. Standard Mandarin is understood by other students.
Then, the class meeting continued, and we returned to the previous state: some were playing with their mobile phones, some were watching MP4s, some were talking quietly, and classmate Zheng was still leaning on his seat carelessly.
This was just an ordinary class meeting, but because of the monitor’s actions, I still remember it.
After all, I have never encountered such a situation, which requires so many reminders to react.
In addition, I have always had a question, where is the squad leader's family from, and why can't he understand a word in the dialect?
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